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1 To the Chaunter, of Dauid the seruaunt of the Lorde. My hert sheweth me the wyckednesse of the vngodly, that there is no feare of God before hys eyes.
2 For he flatreth hym selfe in hys owne syght, tyll hys abhominable synne be founde out.
3 The wordes of hys mouth are vnryghteous, and full of disceate: he hath left of to behaue hym selfe wysely and to do good.
4 He ymagyneth myschefe vpon hys bedd, and hath set hym selfe in no good waye, nether doth he abhore any thyng that is euell.
5 Thy mercy, O Lorde reacheth vnto the heauen, and thy faythfulnesse vnto the cloudes.
6 Thy ryghteousnesse standeth lyke the stronge mountaynes: thy iudgementes are lyke the greate depe.
7 Thou Lorde shalt saue both man and beest. Howe excellent is thy mercy, O God? and the chyldren of men shall put theyr trust vnder the shadowe of thy wynges.
8 They shalbe satisfyed with the plenteousnesse of thy house, and thou shalt geue them dryncke of thy pleasures, as out of the ryuer.
9 For with the is the well of lyfe, and in thy lyght, shall we se lyght.
10 O contynue forth thy louynge kyndnesse vnto them that knowe the, and thy ryghteousnesse vnto them that are true of hert.
11 O let not the fote of pryde come agaynst me: and let not the hande of the vngodly cast me downe.
12 There are they fallen that worke wyckednesse: they are cast downe, and shall: not be able to stande.